Tang Meng Hao ran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
When I sit here and watch a fisherman throw fish, I enjoy fishing very much.
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. This is about the scenery. In August, the water in Dongting Lake rose as flat as the bank, as if connected with the sky, and really entered space. The evaporated cloud gas hangs over Yunmengze, and the waves are so big that Yueyang City will be shaken.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. I want to swim across Dongting Lake, but I have no boat or rudder.
When I sit here and watch a fisherman throw fish, I enjoy fishing very much. I had to sit quietly and watch the fishermen, but I had no choice but to enjoy fishing in the garden.